Thursday, 13 December 2012

Shiny Paper, Peppermint Candy and White Hot Sex! By Megan Slayer

I like characters that are fun. I want them to make me think, to push me with their story and to have a great time while I’m writing it. Luc and Tay, for all their angst, were just that. Fun. Let me tell you a little about them. Tay is a wind elemental. He can harness the power of wind and he’s dangerous when he’s turned on. You betcha! When he’s around Luc and really in the mood, the wind whips.

There’s only one small glitch. You see, being a wind elemental, he’s not prone to staying in one place. Luc, for all his knowledge of what Tay is, hasn’t quite embraced Tay’s bone deep need to wander. Luc loves Tay with all his heart. And Luc? Well, he’s the front man for the punk band Glow. He doesn’t have a supernatural bone in his body and he doesn’t want one. His sister is enough trouble, being a fire elemental. He’s fine being a plain human who commands attention on stage.

So where does the shiny paper and peppermint come in? For Luc and Tay to be together, they’ve got to compromise. Oh and use bondage. I didn’t mention the bondage? I should’ve. That’s one of the things they share and excel with. Luc wraps Tay up in pretty red rope and the peppermint stick? Well, you’ll have to read Wrapped Around to find out what they do with that, but I guarantee it’s a white hot Christmas. (And if you want to know more about them beyond Wrapped Around, grab a copy of The Air I Breathe. You’ll be glad you did.)

And now for a little bit about Wrapped Around!

Christmas is the time to celebrate -- with candy, shiny paper, and lots of white-hot sex.
Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.

Taygan's free spirit resists taming -- except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget -- complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.



Finally. Taygan gripped the back of Santa's oversized chair. Trust Luc to take his sweet time getting to the party. He'd probably spent the extra time basking in the cheers from the crowd. The man was a ham when he wanted to be -- loving the spotlight and the praise. For a moment Taygan could've sworn Luc saw him. Just as fast, he noticed Luc's frown. He wasn't seeing much of anything and probably didn't want to be there. Fine. Tay would give him a reason to stick around.

"See him?" Taygan whispered from his position behind the chair. "The one with the dark hair and grimace?"

Santa nodded. "I see him. I'm on borrowed time, here, so let's keep this moving. What are you and Atria planning?"

"That's who I want for Christmas. Him, true love, and my heart back. It's all one gigantic, candy-cane-colored present." Taygan brushed his hand over his mouth. He could still feel the tingle from Luc's kiss on his lips... a kiss from six months prior. He missed his lover. Missed Luc.

Taygan crouched behind the chair and watched Luc. The man moved with grace and certainty as he crossed the room. The leather pants encasing his tapered legs left nothing to the imagination. The shirt, a nice, tight T-shirt with Cheer emblazoned on the front, curved around the chiseled planes of his chest. Tay's cock twitched. He moved his hand over the bulge in his jeans.

Just another chance, that's what he needed. A chance to show Luc he cared.

"Just so you know, I am not sitting on your lap." Luc cocked his hip and folded his arms. "Not my kind of fetish."

"Fetish? Okay... Merry Christmas, Lucian," Santa boomed from his seat. "What would you like for Christmas?"

"A good night's sleep." Luc dropped his arms and tilted his head. "That's what I want."

"Why?" Taygan asked from his position. Shit. Shouldn't have said anything. He gritted his teeth and prayed Santa would catch the goof-up and save him.

"You can help yourself to a good night's sleep," Santa replied. "Medicines, warm milk, exercise... I'm sure they'd get you what you want more than I can."

"Are you the real Santa?" Luc challenged.

"I am."

"Then I want a good night's rest. Not another night where I'm tossing and turning begging for sleep. You see, it's rather cyclical."

"Cyclical?" Santa asked and leaned back in his seat.

Taygan suppressed a snicker. He loved it when Luc used fifty-cent words and got scholarly.

Luc sighed. "I used to sleep like a baby. I had the love of my life in my arms. He got me, and I loved him. Things were... the best. And then the shit hit the fan. His element couldn't be contained. I knew, but fuck. Love meant I should've let him go, right? I did. And now my boring old human ass can't sleep. I worry about him. He doesn't love me, and I accept it, but can I at least know he's happy and safe? You do that, tell me that, and I'll get that night of sleep I want."

"Tall order, what you want." Santa kicked the base of the chair. "Go to suite 511. Your present awaits."

"You've lost your mind." Luc turned away, shaking his head. "Just leave me alone."

"You're very angry for a man who makes millions of people happy."

"You would be, too, if the love of your life said he needed space and fucking vanished." Luc's shoulders slumped but he didn't turn around. The truth in Luc's words squeezed tight around Taygan's heart. He'd gone about what he saw as a temporary split totally wrong and he knew it.

Santa stood and put his hand on Luc's shoulder. "Luc?"

"What?" Luc turned slowly. "What did you say?"

"Trust me. Give into the spirit of the holiday and have some faith." Santa nodded. "Go to the room. I've got things to do that have nothing to do with you and a lot to do with rewarding those who've been good all year."

And now a little bit about me!

When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.

Currently hanging out every Wednesday and Friday at the Menagerie Authors site, hunting Hotties for the Saturday posts, and working on the next great story brewing in her head! 

The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

Commenters on all Changeling Press posts - including this one! - will be entered to win a past Changeling Christmas series! 


  1. Here I am again!!! From cold and snowy Germany. Gotta run soon. I have to teach an English class, but I'll be back to see who's all here!!

    This looks like another great read!!


  2. THanks Valerie! So glad you liked it and could come back! :-)


  3. Such a hot and nice read these cold, cold days and nights!!

  4. Very nice excerpt.


  5. LOL! Hmm... sounds like a read to add to the TBR, Wendi/Megan! Thanks!